[Intro]
(ARP Jody)
(Seal Team 6)
(Free all the Seals)
(Lets... man)

[Chorus]
High as hell on the drank, feel like I can fly
Feds get behind us, we waving 'em bye
I ain't leaving their rip 'til somebody die
Hop out with that Drac', put his ass in the sky
They touch one of mines, make everybody cry
I do what I do, don't be asking me why
Why the fuck is you talking? You don't even slide
That P in my hands, feel like I can glide
It's too many strikers, they not on our side
In the city with Xav', n***a, you know the vibes
N***as know what it is, they ain't tryna collide
How you looking for me and I'm rеally outside?
He ain't evеn having, he just getting by
It took me seven days, I done ran up a lot
I'm fucking with them skullies, whip it in the pot
It's two or more hit, tell the judge free Top

[Verse]
I can get the drop, this bitch tryna bop me
If the driver too crazy that shit getting stopped
They know about Boof, I ride with that chop
Treat his bend like a broom, see the opps and I mop
I ain't goin' serve him, that n***a a cop
It's just me and Drizz, they know it's a lock
This shit looking foggy, that shit getting sparked
If they get on our ass then we're busting the Narcs
Get the fuck out my way when I'm banging this P
A dumb n***a was slipping right in my sheet
My trap jhi good, all this bitch do is beep
My 7.62s the only thing that I need
I'm serving straight drops, shit smack up the beat
You ain't bending with Boof, you don't know how to creep
A n***a got aim, I ain't using no beam
Just straight in my sleep and I see me some lean
Pull up for the men, I ain't leaving my team
You know it go, n***a, everything green
I ain't touching shit, it ain't what it seem
Give me seven days to get my shit back on bling
When it come to the smoke they know I'm a fein
Hit him with that switch, make his ass a dream
He ain't see the doctor, he was dead on the scene
Still trapping and shooting, I'm doing my thing
[Chorus]
High as hell on the drank, feel like I can fly
Feds get behind us, we waving 'em bye
I ain't leaving their rip 'til somebody die
Hop out with that Drac', put his ass in the sky
They touch one of mines, make everybody cry
I do what I do, don't be asking me why
Why the fuck is you talking? You don't even slide
That P in my hands, feel like I can glide
It's too many strikers, they not on our side
In the city with Xav', n***a, you know the vibes
N***as know what it is, they ain't tryna collide
How you looking for me and I'm really outside?
He ain't even having, he just getting by
It took me seven days, I done ran up a lot
I'm fucking with them skullies, whip it in the pot
It's two or more hit, tell the judge free Top